Starlight 1963

Agnes Martin's "Starlight" feels like a quiet, blue breath on canvas, a meditation on repetition. You can almost feel Martin’s hand moving, making tiny marks, a testament to the process and the beauty found in simple acts. There's a ghostly quality in the way the blue washes across the canvas and in the hand-drawn grid, it's a tight matrix but not machine perfect. See how the gridlines waver and shift, and the blue behind it seems to glow and recede? The paint is so thin, it's like she barely touched the surface, which makes you feel very close to it. Martin's work reminds me of the systematic investigations of Sol Lewitt, but with a vulnerability, a human touch. Both explore systems, but Martin brings a kind of poetic imperfection. It’s in this space that the infinite possibilities of art reside.